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Epilogue for the Court.
Sir:
That th'abusing of your eare's a crime,Above th'excuse any six lines in Rhime
Can make, the Poet knowes: I am but sent
T'intreat hee may not be a President,
For hee does thinke that in this place there bee
Many have done't as much and more than hee;
But here's, hee sayes, the difference of the Fates,
Hee begs a Pardon after't, they Estates.
FINIS.
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